歌曲 | Victim of Life's Circumstances |
歌手 | Vince Gill |
专辑 | Turn Me Loose |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
It's 6:05 a.m. on | |
Sunday mornin' | |
And I was supposed to left for | |
Memphis late last night | |
But I stopped at one of them old highway places | |
And 'cause | |
I did, I'll sleep in | |
Tarrant County | |
Jail tonight | |
Well, I started out tonight with good intentions | |
But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine | |
Well, the last thing | |
I remember we was rollin' | |
Somethin' hit my head and knocked me from my conscious mind | |
And I'm a victim of life's circumstances | |
Well, I was raised around bar rooms and | |
Friday night dancers | |
Singin' them old country songs | |
And half the time ending up some place | |
I don't belong, alright | |
I said, "Jailor, hey, what y'all got me charged with?" | |
Well, he looked at me and halfway closed one eye | |
Well, he said to me, “ | |
To say, you don't remember | |
Cuttin' up some fool with that bone handled knife?"And I'm a victim of life's circumstancesWell, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancersSingin' them old country songsAnd half the time ending up some place I don't belongAnd I'm a victim of life's circumstancesWell, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancersSingin' them old country songsHalf the time ending up some place I don't belong |
It' s 6: 05 a. m. on | |
Sunday mornin' | |
And I was supposed to left for | |
Memphis late last night | |
But I stopped at one of them old highway places | |
And ' cause | |
I did, I' ll sleep in | |
Tarrant County | |
Jail tonight | |
Well, I started out tonight with good intentions | |
But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine | |
Well, the last thing | |
I remember we was rollin' | |
Somethin' hit my head and knocked me from my conscious mind | |
And I' m a victim of life' s circumstances | |
Well, I was raised around bar rooms and | |
Friday night dancers | |
Singin' them old country songs | |
And half the time ending up some place | |
I don' t belong, alright | |
I said, " Jailor, hey, what y' all got me charged with?" | |
Well, he looked at me and halfway closed one eye | |
Well, he said to me, " | |
To say, you don' t remember | |
Cuttin' up some fool with that bone handled knife?" And I' m a victim of life' s circumstancesWell, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancersSingin' them old country songsAnd half the time ending up some place I don' t belongAnd I' m a victim of life' s circumstancesWell, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancersSingin' them old country songsHalf the time ending up some place I don' t belong |
It' s 6: 05 a. m. on | |
Sunday mornin' | |
And I was supposed to left for | |
Memphis late last night | |
But I stopped at one of them old highway places | |
And ' cause | |
I did, I' ll sleep in | |
Tarrant County | |
Jail tonight | |
Well, I started out tonight with good intentions | |
But I ended up gettin' sideways drinkin' wine | |
Well, the last thing | |
I remember we was rollin' | |
Somethin' hit my head and knocked me from my conscious mind | |
And I' m a victim of life' s circumstances | |
Well, I was raised around bar rooms and | |
Friday night dancers | |
Singin' them old country songs | |
And half the time ending up some place | |
I don' t belong, alright | |
I said, " Jailor, hey, what y' all got me charged with?" | |
Well, he looked at me and halfway closed one eye | |
Well, he said to me, " | |
To say, you don' t remember | |
Cuttin' up some fool with that bone handled knife?" And I' m a victim of life' s circumstancesWell, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancersSingin' them old country songsAnd half the time ending up some place I don' t belongAnd I' m a victim of life' s circumstancesWell, I was raised around bar rooms and Friday night dancersSingin' them old country songsHalf the time ending up some place I don' t belong |